Day after Christmas

I don't like taking naps or falling asleep early on Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or any other holiday for that matter, because it shortens the day. No matter how tired I may be, I try to truck it along, extending the day and taking it all in, knowing that I only get one of these a year.

After taking a look at my finances, even after all the uncertain and surprise transactions go through (oh there goes the checks I wrote for those parking tickets!) and however little my account balance is, there never seems to be a sense of panic. Rent is due in less than a week and combined with the numerous bills that are due toward the end of this month and the beginning of next month, I'll be shelling out thousands of dollars.

But still. Serenity. I'm reminded that God still provides. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, so what if my needs equal a few thousand dollars a month? In retrospect, the Lord took me out of one job, with lots of room for growth and promotion, and placed me in another that was completely out of my comfort zone. This, all in time for the greatest economic crash in my young life. And job security was never an issue. With the other job, it sure would have been.

There are a lot of uncertainties in the air. But one thing is not. Every month I don't wonder any more if we'll have enough money to pay for what we need. God drops in little surprises just to remind me that He is still there. He hasn't ignored me. He hasn't forgotten about us. That every once in a while He just waits... to see if I'm faithful.

I hope I'm not making Him wait too long.